Molitia just couldn’t believe that she would be marrying a man like that. She wondered what Arjan was thinking about. She could at least try to comprehend when she thought of her father, who only cared about the family’s own interest, but she just couldn’t understand Arjan’s own expression when she saw how Arjan was looking at her.
Arjan might not know of it yet. She couldn’t have seen that person just yet since she was getting married due to their father’s backwater attitude.
He was also being pushed by his own father to marry her, so she might have not seen his real personality just yet.
Didn’t they do that herself as well? Even on the day before the wedding itself, she still wasn’t aware of her own husband-to-be.
Molitia imdiately felt nauseous. She had only wanted to see that desolate look on that bright face, but she felt twisted with anxiety.
Blood relationship? After having suffered so much, she vowed not to be involved ever again. Then again, she felt soft when she was in the face of such misfortune.
Her heart initially wanted it to be as distressed as the grief and pain that Argan had given her. But still, her wish that the smile would eventually reach her at least once couldn’t easily disappear by itself.
Her lips had gotten chapped by her half-hearted feelings and soon, she stopped herself. If she appeared to have nothing to do with the days she, herself, was drowning in tears and pain back in the County, so was Arjan now.
It was also her job as well to be swallowed up by those hardships. It wasn’t for Molitia to be concerned about. Therefore, let us not get involved anymore. Thus was her decision after much consideration.
Molitia said nothing at all. Arjan’s story, which had been the talk for several tis amidst all those congratulations and cheers, soon lost the people’s interest.
As she finally approached the carriage, the awaiting driver soon recognized her before bowing in respect.
“Shall we head ho right away?”
“Yes, please.”
“Understood.”
She just wanted to go ho quickly. Her shivering body would soon feel comfortable when she basked herself amongst the warm, little hearth.
Molitia hugged herself with both arms and closed her eyes slowly. She missed Raven—terribly.
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She thought that her tremor would be better as soon as she saw him while locking herself in his arms.
The next day, however, Molitia had caught a cold—without a single hitch. It seed like the sensation which made her body quivered wasn’t in vain at all. In fact, the fever that was felt all over her body had even led to a terrible headache. The bedroom where the doctor had paid a visit reeked of that dicinal fus.
“Molitia.”
Raven’s arm had touched the blanket. He tugged the thick blanket up to her neck before hugging her tightly.
“I told you to be careful.”
He was clicking his tongue. Nevertheless, his touch was very gentle.
Molitia had nothing to say even if she were to have ten mouths right now. It was also due to the harsh, cold weather. Thanks to that, not only did she catch a cold, she even got herself sick.
“…I’m sorry.”
“There’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about.”
Raven’s hand brushed her forehead softly. Perhaps due to her body, which usually remained at a low temperature, her fever seed especially high at that mont.
“The fever is quite high.”
“It’s alright. I’ve taken my ds already, so it’ll cool down soon enough.”
“Haah, I’d love to be with you if I could right now.”
Everyone knew that he had gotten busy working recently. He had beco a person who ca ho late, even last night.
“I only have a slight cold. So, don’t worry and just go.”
Raven reluctantly lifted himself up to those words of consideration towards himself. After kissing her forehead lightly with concern, he dragged his steps that hadn’t fallen off yet.
Right after she had sent Raven off, she imdiately fell into a state of chaos. It was already a long afternoon when Molitia had barely opened her eyes.
‘About……’
Molitia eventually managed to lift up her dizzy head. But, neither Pillen nor Lili was there. She thought of calling upon those two, but Molitia shook her head in the end.
She didn’t want to call anyone in order for her to just take the dicine. There was always so water and sweet chocolate for her prepared at the table.
As she barely lifted her wobbly body, she still opened the drawer. There were so many other bottles of dicine inside amongst the dicine, which the doctor had just prescribed her earlier today.
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